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Rumbling down the half-paved road in the wrong lane, I clutch to the shaking metal frame of my seat. Turbo-folk blares from the cracked speakers of the furgon’s dash and by this point, I’m humming along. With the window cracked just enough, there’s a breeze that squeaks its way onto the face of every sweat soaked passenger that have more or less become fused to their leather seats. A sudden jolt takes the entire van …

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For three days each year in August, more than 20,000 people converge on Killorglin in Kerry in Southwest Ireland for the coronation of a goat. But not just any goat. No sir. That is King Puck on the stage in the center of town overlooking the river Laune. It is…